Quotes About Death

If one of the people who'd gone Cold drank human blood, the infection mutated. It killed the host and then raised them back up again, Colder than before. Cold through and through, forever and ever.

Tana," Aidan said as soon as he saw her. "Tana, they're going to come in as soon as it's dark. They told us." He looked pale and frantic, worse than she remembered him looking when she'd left. "We're going to die, Tana." "Condamné à mort," a voice rasped from the other side of the door. She could hear the creatures whispering to one another in the hall, shifting hungrily, waiting for the sun to set. Her hands shook.

Jude never loved Locke." My face feels hot, but my shame is an excellent cover to hide behind. "She loved someone else. He's the one she'd want dead.

When it's done, we'll be like brothers," said the devil. "I already have a brother," Gavriel slurred. "He's dead." The devil loomed over him, his grin widening to show off sharp teeth. "As am I." Gavriel opened his mouth to shout, but drunk as he was, he began to laugh instead.

loved him and he's dead and gone and bones. I loved him and they took him away from me. Where is he? Where is he? Dead and gone and

I can't believe I was worried magic school was going to be so dangerous," Call said, squinting at the sand pile. "You could die of boredom," said Aaron. Call snickered. Tamara looked up at them miserably. "The thought of that is the only thing that's going to keep me going.

If he were going to put regular people to death, he'd probably use some kind of cheap, regular person poison.

People remember the Enemy of Death," said Alma. "But they forget the man who made him who he was.

psychopomp.

I feel like a child again, a helpless child in a house of death.

He doesn't die very differently than mortals, although I am sure it would gall him to know that.

Sabes lo que significa «mortal»? Significa «nacido para morir». Significa «aquel que merece la muerte». Eso es lo que eres, eso es lo que te define: la muerte.

Death's favorite's don't die.

Mom didn't move. Mom and Dad were dead. They were never going to move again.

Someone poisoned the High King, and he is going to laugh and dance himself to death in front of a Court that will veer between delight and disgust. They will think him ridiculous as his heart stops.

You know what the sun looks like?" Kaye asked. There was only a little more than a slice of red where the sea met the sky. "No, what?" Janet said, holding the lipgloss out to Kaye. "Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water." "That's gross, Kaye." "And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.

At least Oak would not grow up as I have, with death as my birthright

On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens. —Henry Ward Beecher

He doesn't fall like the others. Instead of blood pouring from his wound, red moths stream out, in to the air. They rush out of him so quickly that in a moment, the High King's body is gone and there are just those red moths, swirling up in to the air in a vast cloud, a tornado of soft wings. But whatever magic made them does not last. They begin to fall until they are scattered across the dais like blown leaves. The High King Eldred is, impossibly, dead.

Mátalo. Mátalo antes de que consiga que lo ames.

The tan carpet was stiff and black with stripes of dried blood, spattered like a Jackson Pollock canvas. The walls were streaked with it, handprints smearing the dingy beige surfaces. And the bodies. Dozens of bodies. People she'd seen every day since kindergarten, people whom she'd played tag with and cried over and kissed, were lying at odd angles, their bodies pale and cold, their eyes staring like rows of dolls in a shop window.

I curse you," Valerian whispers. "I curse you. Three times, I curse you. As you've murdered me, may your hands always be stained with blood. May death be your only companion. May you-" He breaks off abruptly, coughing. When he stops, he doesn't stir.

Taryn takes a breath, as if steeling herself. "He's dead because I killed him.

You are mortal. You will not last long.' ... 'That's what mortal means,' I say with a sigh that I don't have to fake. 'We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.